Arsenic Lobster poetry journal Issue Thirty-nine
Winter 2015
Villain Song for the Penguin
Tammy Robacker

I’m one cold, vocal bird.
A strange Arctic runt.

When he fished his hand
straight up my chickie cunt

he split me apart. Black in
back. Stark white affront.

That crack opened
like smooth dorsal wings.

Never meant to fly,
I will never fly.

But I can sing.

About Tammy Robacker

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